Best Afterthoughts Poems

Blue – 
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.

Red – 
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the...

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She spoke about Love as though it were a ghost
that haunted Her heart, a gobblin of garrulous grind & grime,
a spector of weakness that if...

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daybreak grounds me
the horizon blushes
an end to night's passion
as the dawn unfolds my dreams

it seems
you own my mind
all my thoughts tumble
like autumn leaves
in winded breaths
whispered...

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I walk above all pain
            risen and relentless 
     ...

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How can one man find
More faith in a crevasse of Siula Grande,
Than most will ever know,
Sitting beneath a pulpit on Sunday?

Dulling the truth to grow...

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Continued from Part 1

               “Upon your knees in golden naves, while...

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it was of someone I once knew
but I did not yet know 
it was of love and kindness 
a union of spirit a familiar soul...

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Your thought-balloons are filled with wild and magical freedom ~

until madness seizes your think tank 
trapping your ceaselessly chirping ideas 
within the teeth of its...

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with punishing fury
   yesternight
the skies wreaked their havoc
   a rat-a-tat-tat of hail bullets
midst wave upon wave of rain
   drenching...

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Labyrinth of Sighs 

Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs 
More platitudes with attitudes that never question why 
A litany of afterthoughts about where we go...

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ACCLIVITY

It is so easy to refine and relax through this perceptual escape.
Your thoughts are pure and thinking is disengaged.
As time pass, we will discuss out.
We...

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I miss the remedies of our past selves,
I miss the extract of blight from the tip of your lips.
I miss your abstract sunrise tumbling down...

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N atural niceties
A ffectionate afterthoughts in the afternoon
T antilising textures
U nderstanding the unseen
R epeated splendidness in the morning mist
E ssential oxygenated environment...

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" She was born in 219 A.D.,
I met her in 235 when she was 16 years old.
I was working hard with her father as a...

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Umbrellas become afterthoughts
once the rain has cleared away,
And are left behind like discarded lovers
whose partners have moved on for a brighter day.

Held close and tight...

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